Growing a life of art and gentle anarchy, Narrative: Shamanic story, poetry, music, and visual art in all shapes, forms and ways. Art as everyday domestic based healing and the nuture of beauty.

Blue Mountain poems

I am hoping to write a poem a day for the whole of Autumn and winter. I would like to explore the feeling of lovers – belonging to a land that gets icy, windy, misty and bleak. To find the beauty of fire and feathers. To explore the words written about lovers on the sheets – on the skin. To find a way with words through the cold months of winter. I will be publishing these poems on social media – trying to exist with a deep poetic in the sentiments of the poets of Instagram – let the journey of cold, wood-fire and smoke – bodies in beds, rain, wind and stone begin – welcome to the forest room, filled with absence, presence and mystic yellow clay paths!cold mountain

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2 responses

  1. Gareth, I love this poem. Actually, the text underneath is just as strong to my eye. cheers, Sarah

    April 8, 2015 at 11:01 am

    • thanks Sarah 🙂 ive been off line for a while – how are things with you?

      April 10, 2015 at 12:27 pm

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